juggling inconnue i should've paid more attention to those clowns the ones who dropped in on an autumn wind the ones i met in that sunny old kitchen making chocolates for them at the round table drinking the bottles they'd brought to share confused by the feel of a hand that night we sat on the floor playing music with the studio ghosts i asked them of their lives before growing up mexico travelling montreal living cirque du soleil they talked to my strumming guitar i didn't know what i was playing the next morning before leaving they juggled in the living room i watched them the hacky sacks oranges and tennis balls flying and falling a confusion of hands i wish i could juggle now 040502 ... crOwl the curiosity drips from me. 040502 what's it to you? who go blather from